Rise From Eight Hundred

Chapter 92 The battlefield belonging to the special forces

Veteran Youzi looked at the direction in which Tang Dao disappeared, his eyes a little lonely, but he could only return with Class Three.

 Knowing that Tang Dao had gone to steal the Japanese army's position alone, the dozen or so people in the third squad who returned were silent.

Like Lao Lao Youzi, they are both worried and disappointed.

What worries me is that Tang Dao is alone. No matter how powerful his combat power is, if he is surrounded by a large number of Japanese troops, he will only be able to drink and hate himself on the spot.

They were disappointed because these veterans who had survived hundreds of battles knew that they were no longer weak, but in Tang Dao's eyes, they were still not strong enough and not qualified to stand beside him and fight on the most dangerous battlefields.

 Especially the new recruit Niu Er, he was extremely frustrated.

The battle during the day had already allowed him to prove himself and his self-confidence was overwhelming. However, he found that it was still difficult for him to catch up with the commander, and he couldn't even help him.

He didn't blame Tang Dao for looking down on him, but he understood that what Tang Dao said was absolutely right. Once the Japanese army launched artillery fire to retaliate, with Tang Dao's ability, they would naturally be able to find a hiding place, but that was not necessarily the case for the dozen or so of them. , but will become a burden to Tang Dao.

Niu Er is blaming himself, why can't he be stronger and be trusted by his superiors? Even if he is a hundred meters behind him, it would be good!

Until he returned to the trench, Niu Er was depressed and even refused a piece of bread offered by Yang Xiaoshan, even though his stomach was already making a "gurgling" sound in protest.

“Look at how promising you are!” Li Jijin sat down next to the dejected Niu Er and stuffed the hot pancake into his hand. "Eat! Don't you want to eat the energy you get to **** the devil?"

 “Squad leader, am I really useless?” Niu Er felt dejected and felt sorry for himself.

“Tsk, tsk, your baby is useless, then we, the third class, all have to commit suicide by hitting the wall?” Li Jiujin lit a cigarette in a bad mood.

“During the day, your son earned the military merit of more than a dozen Japanese soldiers for our third class! One person is almost as good as our whole class, what do you think?”

 “That’s not what I meant.” Niu Er quickly raised his head to explain.

“You don’t mean that, but you mean that?” Li Jijin took a deep breath of smoke and let it circulate in his lungs for a week to fully enjoy the stimulation of nicotine before spitting it out.

"The commander has his own reasons for choosing to go alone. Don't think too much about yourself. If you want to be the commander's helper, it's very simple. Just try to survive on this battlefield first."

“Only those who survive can kill more Japs in the next battle.” Li Jijin’s eyes shone with wisdom under the thin blue smoke.

 That is the survival philosophy of a veteran who has survived more than a hundred battles.

I don’t know if Niu Er understood it, but he started to eat the noodles, chewing the noodles from the concession.

 Survival is very important.

 That's what squad leader Li Jijin said, and Chief Tang actually meant the same.

 He hopes they are all alive. Only living can help him.

Tang Dao, who was sneaking towards the Japanese position over there, spent ten minutes and quietly approached the Japanese position. It was already four o'clock in the morning, the moment when the bright moon in Tantai stared towards the battlefield, and it was also the darkest time before dawn.

Having been beaten wildly by the Chinese defenders for a day, their morale was extremely low. Not to mention that after struggling for most of the night, the Japanese troops fell into a deep sleep. Even the sentries fell asleep standing in front of a warm bonfire.

The bonfires lit by the Chinese will be visited by the Japanese heavy machine guns and infantry artillery. How dare the Japanese bonfires be carried out openly?

For the same reason, because of the threat of mortars from the warehouse, the Japanese army did not dare to act openly and basically lit bonfires and hid them behind the ruined walls.

Even the purpose of the campfire is not to keep warm, but mainly to provide light for the sentries to be alert. If the Chinese see them and throw a bunch of mortar shells around the campfire, it will be an ugly death.

Even the stupidest Japanese soldiers quietly hid more than thirty meters away from the campfire, wrapped in simple raincloths and fell asleep in the cold trenches.

The reason is simple. It is better to be cold than to be killed by a shell falling from the sky in your sleep.

The Japanese army was actually very vigilant. They set up special barbed wire fences and warning bells 40 meters in front of the trenches, and sent two sentries every 50 meters.

For a commander with nearly 2,000 infantry and 3,000 other auxiliary troops, it may be difficult to attack the Sihang Warehouse, which has a strong fortress and is armed to the teeth. But if anyone wants to use the night to stroke his tiger beard, There is a huge price to pay.

Given the current strength of Hei Itajiro, let alone the maximum of a thousand defenders in the Four Lines Warehouse, even with a national army standard regiment of 3,000 people, they are fully capable of defeating them.

 Having such a powerful strength, he can still be so cautious. From this aspect, Wakiitajiro is a fully qualified captain of the Osaka Alliance.

The Japanese colonel who graduated from the Army Academy is cautious enough. Unfortunately, he does not know that there is another method of warfare in the world called special operations.

Sneak attack and counter-sneak attack are twin brothers. Since you can steal from me, why can't I counter-sneak back?

 The future China spent ten years in the war in the southwest jungle learning this small-scale sneak attack tactic from its former students and improving it to the extreme.

 What the Japanese colonels have to face are super individual warriors who have integrated this tactic into their bones.

Tang Dao, who was crawling in the darkness, was no longer in his new captain's uniform. He was wearing a Japanese second lieutenant uniform with dried blood, which he took off from a Japanese officer who broke into the warehouse.

He hid the MP28 submachine gun, several magazines and Lei Xiong's captain's uniform in the ruins. At this time, the only weapon he had on him was a Type 38 bayonet.

Oh, no, there is also a Southern-style pistol with a holster, if the tortoise box is also considered a weapon.

The barbed wire fence of the Japanese army in front of the trench was not as easy to break as our army in the time and space series. Even Tang Dao used the moment when the moon completely hid in the dark clouds, and used the Sanba bayonet to skillfully cut it and drill through it. Enter the Japanese army's position.

Ten meters away from Tang Dao, two Japanese sentries were leaning against the wall, facing two directions. In front of them was a bonfire burning behind a low wall, which was enough to illuminate the darkness within a five-meter range.

 The two Japanese soldiers were obviously extremely tired, especially after the warm firelight had transferred heat to their bodies for a long enough time, their eyelids were already extremely heavy.

 Then they heard footsteps.

The two sentries suddenly woke up, their eyes suddenly opened, and the muzzles of the guns in their hands, which were originally lowered, were subconsciously pointed in the direction of the sound. As soon as their hands touched the gun bolts, they saw a tall khaki figure walking out of the darkness.

 (End of this chapter)